The book is written by Janet De Neefe, an Australian married to a Balinese. She is also the owner of Casa Luna (restaurant, cooking class, guest house, furniture and handicraft shop). It is part autobiography, part fact book on Balinese culture, and part cookbook. Written in an easy, informal manners, it contains funny lines occasionally. Stories weaved among her young, hippie days, her experience settling down in Bali, and food. It's good because readers can feel and imagine life experiences through her eyes. For example, she uses a section on her father-in-law's death to briefly discuss the Balinese cremation rituals. She helpfully, for her target audience of Australian readers I guess, provides glossary of various names, places, terminologies, places, spices, Indonesian words, etc.
HOWEVER....
those are the only good things I have to say about the book. I feel that it is not written in an honest way: she talks a lot about cosmological events, the body being sacred, the mountains being sacred, etc in vague, superficial way when it could be more interesting to discuss something relevant and real such as the different perspectives of western and eastern civilizations for example. She sort of 'forces' readers to accept the ideas that she believes men are in higher 'spiritual position' than women (whatever that means in this time and age) by repeating examples and instances when she was an embarrassment to her husband. Everything in Bali is beautiful, wonderful, can't-be-better in excessive, wishful-thinking kind of description. Nothing can be THAT perfect.
Her writing is quite amateurish: she uses a lot of empty, long-winded, meaningless phrases. The title, for example: Fragrant Rice (unrelated to the content except for the fact that Balinese eats a lot of rice and rice is the foundation of Balinese meals. So?). My continuing love affair with Bali (??). A tale of passion, marriage, and food (???)
And what is it with the repetitive use of words such as favourite (every recipes IS a favourite), blessed (everyone and everything ARE blessed), very, most, gentle, etc? It does get boring and a little tad nauseating after a while.
The recipes are clearly meant for foreigners who are gullible enough to be told that Gado Gado or Bubur Ayam with Choi Sum ARE Balinese food. Thus, the authenticity of the recipes is questionable. From a friend who is a Balinese food expert, I know that Balinese plecing does not use tomatoes and yet she does.
Overall, the book feels half-baked. Understandably, the target audience is Australian who has superficial knowledge about Indonesia and Bali. Nevertheless, It's an half-attempt to write about her life (OK, granted that she's no Madeline Albright), an half-attempt to write about food, and it's certainly no guide to Balinese culture. I was quite disappointed with this book. I expected her, being married to very traditional Balinese family, to give readers more than deep-skin observations and insights. I mean, if her sincere wish of publishing the book is to promote Bali, she should have at least done so in order to give the right impression and message to the readers.
One last thing that bugs me tremendously, although this is probably an unfair assessment, is that having said 'my continuing love affair with Bali' in the cover, she would have loved Bali as much as she wanted us to believe but at least two things are contradictory to that forced perception:
a. she had to give birth to ALL but her youngest child in Australia. OK, she did have her second child in Bali but that was due to an emergency. The baby should have been born in Melbourne.
b. she's keeping her maiden name. OK it's not a practice to change a lady's name to her husband's in Indonesia but I've seen a few foreign ladies do. Our Indonesian ladies normally are quite eager to take up their foreign husbands' surname once married, just as the western custom dictates.
Pepesan kosong? You decide :D